With me [d] too-ry-ay
[C] Fol-de-diddle-day
Di-re fol-de-diddle
Dai-rie [d] oh.

And will you come to me mother’s house,
When the sun is shining clearly
I’ll open the door and I’ll let you in
And divil ‘o one would hear us.

So I went to her house in the middle of the night
When the moon was shining clearly
She opened the door and she let me in
And divil the one did hear us.

She took me horse by the bridle and the bit
And she led him to the stable
Saying “There’s plenty of oats for a soldier’s horse,
To eat it if he’s able.”

Then she took me by the lily-white hand
And she led me to the table
Saying “There’s plenty of wine for a soldier boy,
To drink it if you’re able.”

Then I got up and made the bed
And I made it nice and aisy
Then I got up and laid her down
Saying “Lassie, are you able?”

And there we lay till the break of day
And divil a one did hear us
Then I arose and put on me clothes
Saying “Lassie, I must leave you.”

And when will you return again
And when will we get married
When broken shells make Christmas bells
We might well get married

Who Are You, My Pretty Fair Maid?

Joe Heaney (Hauptdarsteller). Topic 2006, MP3-Download, € 0,99

In [a] 1803 we [e] sailed out to the sea
[G] Out from the [D] sweet town of [a] Derry
For [a] Australia bound if we [e] didn’t all drown
And the [G] marks of our [D] fetters we [a] carried
In our [a] rusty iron chains we [e] sighed for our wains
Our [a] good women we left in [e] sorrow
As the [a] mainsails unfurled, our [e] curses we hurled
On the [G] English, and [D] thoughts of to[a]morrow

[C] Oh [G] I [a] wish I was [G] back home in [a] Derry
[C] Oh [G] how I [a] wish I was [G] back home in [a] Derry

At the mouth of the Foyle, bid farewell to the soil
As down below decks we were lying
O’Doherty screamed, woken out of a dream
By a vision of bold Robert dying
The sun burned cruel as we dished out the gruel
Dan O’Connor was down with a fever
Sixty rebels today bound for Botany Bay
How many will meet their receiver

I cursed them to hell as her bow fought the swell
Our ship danced like a moth in the firelight
White horses rode high as the devil passed by
Taking souls to Hades by twilight
Five weeks out to sea, we were now forty-three
Our comrades we buried each morning
In our own slime we were lost in a time
Of endless night without dawning

Van Diemen’s land is a hell for a man
To live out his whole life in slavery
Where the climate is raw and the gun makes the law
Neither wind nor rain care for bravery
Twenty years have gone by, I’ve ended my bond
My comrades ghosts walk behind me
A rebel I came and I’m still the same
On a cold winters night you may find me

Ride On

Christy Moore (Hauptdarsteller). Rhino 1984, MP3-Download, € 5,99

I drink to the death of her manhood
Those men who would rather have died
Than to live in the cold chains of bondage
To bring back their rights once denied
Oh where are you now that we need you
What burns where the flame used to be
Are you gone like the snows of last winter
And will only our rivers run free

How sweet is the life but were crying
How mellow the wine but we’re dry
How fragrant the rose but it’s dying
How gentle the wind but it sighs
What good is in youth when it’s aging
What joy is in eyes that can’t see
When there’s sorrow in sunshine and flowers
And still only our rivers run free

As [e] I went a [D] walking way [e] down by the [b] greenwood
[G] Down where the [D] ivy and [e] laurel [b] entwine
I [G] heard a bird [D] singing a [e] sad, plaintive [b] love song
He [e] mourned for his [b] true love as [e] I mourned for mine

[G] Ever the [D] winds keep on [e] changing their [b] journey
[G] Ever the waves keep on [e] changing the [b] sea
[G] Ever green [D] summer keeps [e] changing to [b] autumn
My [e] true love has [b] changed, but there’s [e] no change in me

I brought my love flowers all tied up with ribbons
Soon the sweet flowers were faded and gone
Like the flowers, my true love’s affections have withered
Which leaves me alone here to pine and to mourn

My constant companions are sadness and sorrow
Trouble has never forsaken me yet
But wherever I go ’til my days are all numbered
The love of my soul, I will never forget

Bin gestern über dieses wunderschöne Lied von Tommy Makem gestolpert und musste es direkt mal posten. Die Chords folgen auf jeden Fall noch :)

Ever the Winds

Dick Bolt – Celtic Harp Kerri Lynn Slominski (Hauptdarsteller). Ann Mitchell and Kerri Lynn Slominski 2007, MP3-Download, € 0,84

[d] In the village of Kil[C]gory, there’s a [d] maiden young and [C] fair
Her [d] eyes they shone like [C] diamonds, she had [d] long and [a] golden [d] hair
Then a countryman came riding, up to her father’s gates
Mounted on a milk-white stallion, he came at the stroke of eight

Step it out, Mary, my fine daughter
Step it out, Mary, if you can
Step it out, Mary, my fine daughter
Show your legs to the country man

I have come to wed your daughter, Mary of the golden hair
I have gold and I have silver I have land beyond compare
I will buy her silks and satin and a gold ring for her hand
I will buy for her a mansion, she’ll have servants to command

O, kind sir I love a soldier, I have pledged to him my hand
I don’t want your gold or silver, I don’t want your house or land
Mary’s father spoke up sharply, you will do as you are told
You will marry him on Sunday and you’ll wear his ring of gold

Near the village of Kilgory there’s a deep stream running by
They found Mary there at midnight, she had drowned with her soldier boy
In the village there is music, you can hear her father say
Step it out Mary, my fine daughter, Sunday is your wedding day.

[C] Eileen Og me [G] heart is growin’ grey,
[B] Ever since the day you [e] wandered far away
[C] Eileen Og there’s [G] good fish in the say,
But there’s [e] none of them like the [B] Pride of Petrav[e]ore

Friday at the fair of Ballintubber
Eileen met McGrath the cattle jobber
I’d like to set me mark upon the robber
For he stole away the Pride of Petravore
He never seemed to see the girl at all
Even when she ogled him from underneath her shawl
Lookin’ big and masterful when she was lookin’ small
Most provokin’ for the Pride of Petravore

So it went as ’twas in the beginning
Eileen Og was bent upon the winning
Big McGrath contentedly was grinning
Being courted by the Pride of Petravore
Sez he “I know a girl that could knock you into fits”
At that Eileen nearly lost her wits
The upshot of the ruction was that now the robber sits
With his arm around the Pride of Petravore
Boys, oh boys, with fate ’tis hard to grapple

Of my eyes ’tis Eileen was the apple
Now to see her marchin’ to the chapel
With the hardest featured man in Petravore
Now, boys, this is all I have to say
When you do your courtin’ make no display
If you want them to run after you, just walk the other way
For they’re mostly like the Pride of Petravore

Eileen Og

The Dubliners (Hauptdarsteller). Celtic Airs 2008, MP3-Download, € 0,89

Danny Doogan’s Jubilee / Eileen Og / The Star Of County Down

Steve O’Shea (Hauptdarsteller). K-Tel 2008, MP3-Download, € 0,77

‘Twas [d] down by the [C] glenside, I [d] met an old [a] woman
[d] A-plucking young [C] nettles, she [d] ne’er saw me [a] coming
[d] I listened a while to the [C] song she was humming
Glory [d] O, Glory [a] O, to the [d] bold [a] Fenian [d] men

‘Tis fifty long years since I saw the moon beaming
On strong manly forms, on eyes with hope gleaming
I see them again, sure, in all my sad dreaming
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men.

When I was a young girl, their marching and drilling
Awoke in the glenside sounds awesome and thrilling
They loved poor old Ireland, to die they were willing
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men.

Some died by the glenside, some died midst the strangers
And wise men have told us that their cause was a failure
But they fought for old Ireland and never feared danger
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men

I passed on my way, God be praised that I met her
Be life long or short, sure I’ll never forget her
We may have brave men, but we’ll never have better
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men

Down by the Glenside

The Wolfe Tones (Hauptdarsteller). RMG Digital 2010, MP3-Download,

The Best Of Irish Rebel Ballads

Unknown (Hauptdarsteller). Arran Records 2009, MP3-Download, € 9,89

The Essential Irish Folk Collection

Unknown (Hauptdarsteller). Arran Records 2009, MP3-Download, € 9,89

Sister would you take a bullet for me?
And brother would you risk your life for family?

And we try to have culture
To teach our children
But we forget what to say
So we talk mundane
And we walk the same in this land

There’s a message in this
Of how we exist
Empty, lost and cold
And we hear our hearts
And feel our souls
But every time we’re near
We get sucked to the ground
By the lifeless sounds
In this land

So what have we learnt
With our heritage burnt
And our memory slowly fades
Tears burning our eyes
As we hear the lies
From the cradle to the grave

And does it feel like death
When you know you’re mislead
And your children are lead astray
So if we don’t start now
Then they’ll never know how
And we’ll fade away

From this land

Son wipe the tears from your sisters eyes
Bes strong my son wipe the tears
From your sisters eye…

[d] Kilkelly, Ireland, [F] 18 and 60, my [C] dear and loving son [d] John
Your good friend the schoolmaster [F] Pat McNamara’s so [C] good
As to write these words [d] down.
[F] Your brothers have all gone to [C] find work in England,
The [A#] house is so empty and [a] sad
The [d] crop of potatoes is [F] sorely infected,
A [C] third to a half of them [d] bad.
And [F] your sister Brigid and [C] Patrick O’Donnell
Are [A#] going to be married in [a] June.
Your [d] mother says not to [F] work on the railway
And [C] be sure to come on home [d] soon.

Kilkelly, Ireland, 18 and 70, my dear and loving son John
Hello to your Mrs and to your 4 children,
And may they grow healthy and strong.
Our Michael has got in a wee bit of trouble,
I suppose that he never will learn.
Because of the dampness there’s no turf to speak of
And now we have nothing to burn.
But Brigid is happy, you named a child for her
You know she’s got six of her own.
You say you found work, but you don’t say
What kind or when you will be coming home.

Kilkelly, Ireland, 18 and 80, dear Michael and John, my dear sons
I’m sorry to give you the very sad news
Your mother passed on
We buried her down at the church in Kilkelly,
Your brothers and Brigid were there.
You don’t have to worry, she died very quickly,
Remember her in your prayers.
And it’s so good to hear that Michael’s returning,
With money he’s sure to buy land
For the crop has been poor and the people
Are selling any price that they can.

Kilkelly, Ireland, 18 and 90, my dear and loving son John
I guess that I must be close on to eighty,
It’s thirty years you’ve been gone.
Because of all of the money you send me,
I’m still living out on my own.
Michael has built himself a fine house
And Brigid’s daughters have grown.
And thank you for sending your family picture,
They’re lovely young women and men.
You say that you might even come for a visit,
What joy to see you again.

Kilkelly, Ireland, 18 and 92, my dear brother John
I’m sorry I didn’t write sooner to tell you that father passed on.
He was living with Brigid, she says he was cheerful
And healthy right down to the end.
Ah, you should have seen him play with
The grandchildren of Pat McNamara, your friend.
And we buried him alongside of mother,
Down at the Kilkelly churchyard.
He was a strong and a feisty old man,
Considering his life was so hard.
And it’s funny the way he kept talking about you,
He called for you in the end.
Oh, why don’t you think about coming to visit,
We’d all love to see you again.

Kilkelly Ireland

Ciara Considine (Hauptdarsteller). Ciara Considine 2008, MP3-Download, € 0,84

A Mo Chroa-

Ciara Considine. CD Baby.Com/Indys 2008, Audio CD, € 12,20

[e] True you ride the finest horse [C] I’ve ever seen,
[D] Standing 16 1″ or 2″ with [e] eyes wild and green,
You ride the horse so well, hands light to the touch.
I could never go with you no matter how I wanted to.

Ride on, see you, I could never go with you,
No matter how I wanted to.

When you ride into the night without a trace behind,
Run your claw along my gut, one last time;
I turn to face an empty space where you used to lie
And look for the spark to light the night through the teardrop in my eye